tales facing up

me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking

she solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks. she said i reminded her of him before he started drinking

and banging the babysitter every time she turned her back. i

we opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint

and drank a case of pabst blue ribbon listening to the crickets and trains. every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling. moon and mascara. i've always been a holy terror. temptations lurking every where. if your mind's in the gutter

beware!

you'll find me there. me and a friend were talking after the funeral. she said it should have been me but i'm still around and i been so wild

i'm surprised i made it to the seventh grade

and all my dead friends have settled down. my eyes were puffy and she asked if i'd been crying. i said 'tears are for pussies' but who was i kidding. so we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. beer and tequila. i've always been a thrill seeker. but thrills are a dime a dozen these days. and i found a dime in the gutter today. tails facing up. still fucking up. still fucking up. a funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.